And here's to the girls who just watch.
Aren't they the best?
When they get depressed, it's a bottle of Scotch
Plus a little jest.
Another chance to disapprove,
Another brilliant zinger.
Another reason not to move,
Another vodka stinger.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-- I'll drink to that.
—Company, "The Ladies Who Lunch"
Her name is Lola She was a showgirl But that was thirty years ago, when they used to have a show Now it's a disco, but not for Lola Still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half blind